Of course Jiaojiao knew there were other rooms, but even the room downstairs felt like a long journey to her. However, she couldn't let him sleep on the living room floor for the night, so she struggled to help him up and asked, "Brother Xi, can you still walk?"
Duan Xi looked up at her, a bit dazed, then nodded.
So Jiaojiao got up from the floor, supporting his arm as they made their way to the room. To be honest, she wasn't exactly petite at 163 cm, but nestled in Duan Xi's embrace, it was really difficult to move.
She was almost using all her strength to slowly inch towards the room.
Duan Xi stumbled, appearing truly drunk beyond help.
They moved little by little, finally reaching the closest room. Jiaojiao opened the door and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the neatly made bed inside.
She gritted her teeth and moved him to the bedside. As she tried to hoist him onto the bed, they both fell onto the bed due to unsteady balance.
